Analysis of The Skeptre
Meshack Bwoyele Keya 1960 (Vihiga)
Drip, drip, drip
Something dropped from nowhere
Its sound fell with the heartbeat
I felt weak
I clutched firmly to the skeptre
My hand flew to my forehead
I touched something wet
It smelt blood
The smell was overbearingly strong.
I began drifting to sleep
The action uncontrollable and with urgency
I could not tell time and position
"Where was I?"
I was going fast
My energy concentrated on the skeptre
Soon I was oblivious of anything
I felt the skeptre drop to the ground
"What was I doing?"
In the distance the war cry sounded
Is life worthy fighting for
Here I am
The king to be
Lying in a pool of blood
The skeptre of power on the ground
Scheme | X A X X A X X B X X C X X X A D E D B X X C B E |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111 10111 111101 111 1110101 1111110 11101 111 01111 1011011 010010001100 111110010 111 11101 1100100101 1110100110 11011101 11110 001001110 1110101 111 0111 1000111 01110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 681 |
Words | 130 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 24 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 22 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 5 |
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